Now and then another survivor would come by, and my man would give them something to help but send them on their way with some tips to survive on their own.
But one day in particular…
I’d been on my hands and knees up in the Castaway Castle—okay, that’s the cute name I called our little home—with my big strong man pounding me from behind. My breasts swaying beneath me, his balls slapping up against my clit as I screamed out into the jungle. I had no idea who they’d draw near…
I was too busy focused on my big, hunky man’s hard cock as it plowed into me, hammering me to an explosive orgasm. The kind that had been melting my brain and draining it of all concerns by that point.
“Fuck! Who’s my girl?!” He rumbled, slapping my ass cheek as I could tell he was getting close to his own climax.
“Me!” I practically whined out, my entire body sore in all the right ways, my pussy squeezing his cock, desperate to milk every ounce of that virile seed from his body. I’d gotten over the risk the longer we were stranded, and now it just brought me a shamefully powerful orgasm every time I thought a little too much on him swelling my stomach up with his baby.
But in all honesty, by the point he was blowing his load in me this time, I had a feeling deep down I was carrying his child. I still got a thrill from his thick, creamy seed blasting deep into me, filling my depths to overflowing as he finally pulled out.
“That’s a good girl,” he rumbled approvingly, his semi-flaccid cock still shamelessly bare as he kissed me goodbye. “I’m gonna go catch a few more fish and be back. If anything comes up, just hit that megaphone I scavenged from some of the wreckage to call for me,” he said with a smile.
“Sure thing,” I said, panting, breathless, but curling into him and kissing him back.
I wanted to go with him, but honestly, he’d fucked me so hard today, repeatedly, and I was exhausted. I slumped down, ready to take it easy.
But it wasn’t long after my man left, before I heard rustling in the leaves. And I knew it wasn’t him returning. He was too cautious moving about, for all his size, he stalked the jungles like a predator.
“Who’s there?” I asked, sitting up alarmed.
The other person froze, dropping their bag of supplies.
“Wow, you’ve got quite a setup!” said Mr. Producer, his clothes warm, his once paunchy stomach now a little trimmer.
“You,” I said, shocked more than anything.
“You gotta help me… I’m all out of supplies,” he said, heading on up towards the plank that served as a walkway into my house.
Anger started boiling up in me. I’d long gotten over immodesty—a white swimsuit only holds up so long when you’re shipwrecked, let alone when it was being constantly torn off by a ravenous hunk—and I was completely nude, seed dribbling down my thighs.
“You left me to die,” I reminded him, my voice icy, not an ounce of pity in my words.
Seeing my irritation with him, suddenly his expression changed, and he looked hard, like he was ready to get violent.
“Look here,” he said, stepping up onto the walkway, his face hard. “I’m gonna—”
That was as far as he got. Never got close enough to grab me, as he wanted to.
Instead, my man had returned—probably having heard Mr. Producer’s bumbling approach long before I had—and had his arm around the coward’s neck, and slamming a fist into his temple. Mr. Producer almost went limp, he was so dazed by the blow.
“Listen here, you piece of shit,” my man growled into the lowlife’s ear, “if I see you so much as looking at her again? You’re dead.” He said it with such conviction and threat, that when he released him and Mr. Producer tried to talk again…
“Hey I—” was as far as he got. My man took hold of his arm and twisted it until I heard a snap. He cried out in pain, but had no time to linger about, as my man practically picked him up, carried him through the bushes and threw him into back out onto the beach to sob.
When he came back, my man picked up the bag that Mr. Producer had left behind, and tossed it into our home before wrapping his arms around me and kissing me.
“You okay?” he asked, caressing my cheek, sounding full of concern. But all that activity had got our heart’s beating. And his cock was stiffening against me yet again.
And seeing him defend me against the man who left me to die?
There was no doubt in my mind. I was his girl, and no matter what happened, no matter when or if we were rescued, I was always going to be his obedient girl.
I’d been exhausted already, but nothing was gonna stop us from fucking again and letting the whole island hear my cries of pleasure.